I'm not who you think I am.
The cocky hero guy who is good at karate is just a mask.
I'm not confident.
Or strong.
Inside I'm nothing.
Just an empty shell.
I make it seem like I don't care whenever someone criticizes me.
But deep inside it hurts.
Everyday is a pain to live through.
I know my friends only like me because I'm good at karate.
I'll bet as soon as I screw up they'll ditch me.
Just like everyone in my life has.
Every time I fake a laugh or smile, I wish for someone ANYONE to notice that somethings wrong.
That I'm not happy.
That I'm scared.
Insecure.
Lonely.
Weak.
But no one will ever notice.
To them I will be nothing but a happy slightly arrogant guy who does karate and skateboards.
They'll never get to know me.
The REAL Jack Brewer.
And that's what hurts the most.
